, 1887-03-15

lamp to light him down stairs, he thanked
me courteously and babe me good night
| went back into the room. The i'm
pulse to speak to Harry, to awaken him
was almost irresistible. / could not be-
lieve that the beautiful, attractive smile
had faded from his lips forever.
l took up the modelling board which
lay beside him ON the bed and removed
the cloth. | tried to make out what
shape the crushed mass had nee had.
Harry had been entirely too weak to
entirely obliterate it. | finally made out
that it had been a medallion, with n
woman's head upon it in relief. The
face was indistinguishable, but the hair
was almost uninjured. also examined
the card case which Harry had given me,
but it contained only a few cards and Il
receipt or two, as far as l could judge
from my hasty glance.
Again there was the noise of steps,
and the janitor entered, followed by a
gentleman.
1.-THE doctor.''
l looked at them in establishment.
"The doctor has been here already" |
said.
doctor wbo?' | went directly to the
nearest surgeon and came back with him
myself.
Meanwhile the doctor went up to the
bed and convinced himself that his serv-
ices came too late for aid.
| told them what had happened, and
handed the physician the paper the other
doctor had left.
"Ah, ahl DIR. Van Horn? The favorite
of New York ssociety'l How did he hap
pen to com here?'
"Who knows?" l said in reply.
Perhaps the man who gave him this
thrust sent to discover if it was mortal"
The janitor agreed to watch the rest of
the night and l went to bed.
About noon the next day / was awak-
ened by an officer s~ummoning me to APP
pear before the coroner's jury.
/ told what had occurred under my OBJ
servation, but made no reference to the
medallion or the card case out of respect
to Harry's evident wishes. The coach
man could not be found.
DIR. Van Horn testified that his servant
had given him directions, which had been
received from another servant. Who had
sent for the doctor could not be discov-
cred, and there could be found no clew to
Solving Ine mystery.
Two days later we buried Harry Ca
prelli. A few distant relatives and a lit
tie group of fellow Bohemians followed
his body to the grave.
The next morning in The Times APP
peared the local note:
Mr.. Walter Herrick, who has been
missed at the Apollo club for the last few
days, is out again, though still compelled
to carry his arm in a sling. He slipped
on the steps of the club house a few
nights since and sprained his wrist
badly"
Not far from this among the society
notes were the lines:
Miss Helen Harpleigh, one of the
most charming of the ladies who enliven
the social season for a month or two each
year, has gone back to Washington and
will not return this season.
There were also a few lines devoted to
Harry's death and burial.
/ was firmly convinced that Miss Harp
leigh's departure and Mr.. Herrick's indis-
position were connected with Harry's
death.
But l did not attempt to establish my
suspicion. l should have felt guilty in
doing so contrary to Harry's wishes.
A few months later l happened to pick
up the card case, which had lain in a
drawer in my desk. A small picture fell
out of it. 1t had evidently been slipped
in behind the lining and had escaped my
notice. l saw at a glance that it was a
tiny photograph of Helen Harpleigh. AS
1 looked at it an idea struck me. l cov-
cred the face with my hand, and then l
saw clearly that the hair was the same as
that on the crushed medallion. John
Nitchie in New York News.